I think I’m cool,

I think I’m cool, chill, a thrill seeking youngster beyond his years, tears for childhood fears, drowned away with beers and cherry-smoke cigarillos, fellows tell me I’m a romantic, pedantic and archaic, I’m trying to find the way but I’m just too cool for school, rolling back easy, far too sleazy in attire for big business and slighted kisses. Nicked razor blisses while shaving before a date, that fun loving search for soulmates, I’m great with a clean slate, don’t much debate, don’t hate, but don’t hesitate, it’s cool to be “me,” hubris free, though we’re chill, and we fit the bill for everything still. Trust me, I think I’m cool.